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Quotes About Restraint

I am living with my limitations and have no intention of becoming a writer.
~ Pernell Roberts
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
~ Ernest Hemingway
Children are wickeder than adults, they have no sense of restraint.
~ Gregory Maguire
Listen, we're all trapped in our own lives. You, me, everyone we've ever met.
~ Gregory Maguire
Hush, child don't ask personal questions, said the Lion. That's the only kind I have, said Rain.
~ Gregory Maguire
Those who are roped into bed at night often fall into delusions of flight.
~ Gregory Maguire
Forbearance is a form of generosity.
~ Gretchen Rubin
It's a Secret of Adulthood: I give myself limits to give myself freedom.
~ Gretchen Rubin
Underreact to a problem
~ Gretchen Rubin
I realized that one way to deprive myself without creating a feeling of deprivation is to deprive myself totally.
~ Gretchen Rubin
With habits, we conserve our [limited] self-control.
~ Gretchen Rubin
Come, let's be calm: no one incapable of restraint was ever a writer.
~ Gustave Flaubert
But the more Emma recognised her love, the more she crushed it down, that it might not be evident, that she might make it less. What restrained her was, no doubt, idleness and fear, and a sense of shame also. She thought she had repulsed him too much, that the time was past, that all was lost. Then pride, the joy of being able to say to herself 'I am virtuous', and to look at herself in the glass taking resigned poses, consoled her a little for the sacrifice she believed she was making.
~ Gustave Flaubert
I have patience in all things – as far as the antechamber.
~ Gustave Flaubert
privea spre cer cu ochi plini de blesteme; dar nici m?car o frunz? nu se clinti din aceast? pricin?.
~ Gustave Flaubert
A man, at least, is free; he can explore each passion and every kingdom, conquer obstacles, feast upon the most exotic pleasures. But a woman is continually thwarted. Both inert and yielding, against her are ranged the weakness of the flesh and the inequity of the law. Her will, like the veil strung to her bonnet, flutters in every breeze; always there is the desire urging, always the convention restraining.
~ Gustave Flaubert
Il obéit donc ; mais la hardiesse de son désir protesta contre la servilité de sa conduite, et, par une sorte d'hypocrisie naïve, il estima que cette défense de la voir était pour lui comme un droit de l'aimer.
~ Gustave Flaubert
Perciò rinunciava al flauto, ai sentimenti esaltati, all'immaginazione; poiché ogni borghese, nel calore della gioventù, almeno per un giorno, per un minuto, si è sentito capace d'immense passioni, di grandi imprese. Il più mediocre dei libertini ha sognato sultane; ogni notaio porta in sé i relitti di un poeta.
~ Gustave Flaubert
siempre hay algún deseo que arrastra, pero alguna conveniencia social que retiene.
~ Gustave Flaubert
Esta prohibición de verla era para él como un derecho a amarla.
~ Gustave Flaubert
A man, at least, is free; he may travel over passions and over countries, overcome obstacles, taste of the most far-away pleasures. But a woman is always hampered. At once inert and flexible, she has against her the weakness of the flesh and legal dependence. Her will, like the veil of her bonnet, held by a string, flutters in every wind; there is always some desire that draws her, some conventionality that restrains.
~ Gustave Flaubert
Puis elle remontait, fermait la porte, étalait les charbons, et, défaillant à la chaleur du foyer, sentait l'ennui plus lourd qui retombait sur elle. Elle serait bien descendue causer avec la bonne, mais une pudeur la retenait.
~ Gustave Flaubert
Su voluntad, como el velo de su sombrero sujeto por un cordón, palpita a todos los vientos; siempre hay algún deseo que arrastra y alguna conveniencia social que refrena.
~ Gustave Flaubert
What is the use of fine feelings when pitted against the power of instinct? And what chance does modest restraint have against that of natural desire?
~ Guy de Maupassant